Wow, how fun is it to have a bunch of 11 year old girls having a slumber party in your house? I tell you, I have been busy playing referee for the past 3 hours. For some reason they just can’t get along, then all of a sudden they are best friends again. What’s up with that? I remember hanging out with my buds and spending the night together…we never had fights and cried and stormed out during the middle of “The Lizzie McGuire Movie”. Well, maybe we weren’t watching DVD’s or VHS’s back in the late 70’s/early 80’s…but still, what’s up with these chicks? But now they are getting along okay. They have spent the past 30 minutes putting on make up and they look like a bunch of hussy’s! Hold on, I have to go take a picture of them….

Okay, back now….one of the girls had been wanting to go home tonight. She hasn’t spent the night away much, plus her Dad has been out of town for the past two weeks. She didn’t want to leave and be away from home when her Dad came back. She wanted to spend time with her Dad, and that was what she told my daughter this week when she was invited to the birthday slumber party. Well, the next day she called back and said she wanted to come to the party. Seemed she had changed her mind. Good, I thought….my daughter will have another of her good friends here. Well tonight she got homesick and wanted to go home. She called her parents and it seems they were out to dinner (she is an only child) and she was told to wait till 11:30pm to call her parents back. I reckon her Mom and Dad were looking forward to a little reunion without their daughter being home. I imagine they are driving back from dinner in the city now, the mom is bent over sucking dad’s cock and they are both hoping that little “S” will stay away from home tonight! Well, this just in…sounds like “S” is having a good time with the other girls. Maybe Mom and Dad will make “S” a bro or sis tonight!!!

Susan really out did herself today. She went to Target and bought $75 worth of shit for the girls to have in a gift bag. She also bought a table cloth, plates, napkins and a Happy BD sign to hang in the dining room. She got some really cool stuff for them to be able to take home, and even got my son, L, a Spiderman gift bag including 2 pairs of Spiderman underwear. He loved them! I questioned her about spending that kind of money, after I had spent $200 dollars today on gifts and food for the party. She said, and this is just awesome, that over the past year my daughter, T, had had a rough time….her Mom had left, she had gotten a new step-mom and she had kind of withdrawn from friends and school. She wanted T to have a good and memorable birthday, and she wanted her friends to want to come back and spend more time with T. That just made me love her more. It is so wonderful that she would go to such lengths to make the BD memorable for T.

Another point of mention for tonight is that my ex came over here for the party. Yep, FA showed up and actually hung out for about 2 hours. Susan and her haven’t been in the same room together for more than 15 minutes….ever. It was a little weird, but ended up okay. FA took L home with her so the girls could be alone without the “little brother” bugging them.

One last note….as I left the bedroom tonight (about an hour ago…it’s 11pm now) I reminded Susan that this was Friday night. She was already in bed watching tv. Traditionally Friday night is a sex night. I reminded her of it and proceeded to make sex motions with my lower body. She rolled over and said, “You got it last night, and Thursday wasn’t a sex night. You got lucky….”

I responded by saying, “Well that means I get to get it tomorrow morning and tomorrow night!” She said okay….guess we’ll see…..

I love my beautiful wife!!!

Later ya’ll…

Damn, now they are fighting again….

Okay, here it is 10pm CST….I have the kids and the wife in bed and I have retired to the office to place another journal entry.

This evening I cut the grass.  Always a lot of fun!  I sweated my ass off and my heart rate got up there in the high digits. It was good exercise, pushing that mower around my hilly back yard.   Guess what?  No headaches.  I exercised, exerted energy, sweated and didn’t get a headache.  That was a good moment for me.  I have spent the past week and a half with a constant headache and I have dreaded cutting the yard.  Thinking, as I have, that exercise combined with my meds, was causing my head to throb.  If you have been reading you might remember the head pain associated with the strenuous sex I have had recently.   Anyway, I was very happy as I got in the shower to wash off the dirt and sweat knowing there was no headache for a change.  Then my wife got home from work….

I made dinner for the family, as I always do.  Fixed chicken tenders, shoepeg white corn, peas, and rice-a-roni, incase ya’ll were wondering.  After dinner the kids went out on the cul-de-sac to play with the other children.  Susan got on the phone to talk to her “work” buddies and I proceeded to clean the kitchen.  I loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the counters and the stove.  Sprayed down the table and wiped it clean….put away the left overs.  You know, all the stuff that needs to be done to keep the kitchen clean.  I do it most (94% of the time) nights.  I heard her hang up the phone just as I had sprayed the 409 on the counter.  She came into the kitchen and said, “I want you baby.”  She put her arms around my neck and started kissing me.  I said, “We should wait till later since the kids are outside….what if something happens and we’re locked away in the bedroom?”  She responded by saying, “I need it now, and I want you now!”  With that she slipped her hand into the waistband of my boxers and began to stroke my buddy.  As we were kissing I reached down and put my hands into her panties (yeah, I know what your thinking…we sit around the house in our underwear…) and found her “love button” and proceeded to rub.  Damn was she wet….it feels good to be wanted!  So………

We made our way to the bedroom, I did check outside to make sure the kids we’re okay (it’s a secluded cul-de-sac in a neighborhood….it’s safe, ya’ll) and I closed and locked the bedroom door.  We continued to kiss as she removed her t-shirt and panties and I dropped my boxers.  I helped her lay down on the bed with her head on the edge and I stuck my cock in her mouth.  Oh man, how good that felt.  Now you should know, she isn’t all that into giving oral sex….she has said many times that she hates it.  To date I have never received a BJ to completion from her.  But earlier tonight, she acted like a pro!  I pulled out and she found my balls and proceeded to lick and suck while I jacked it.  Damn this was AWESOME!!  Me standing at the edge of the bed and her laying there with my boys in her mouth.  After about 5 minutes she got up, turned around and “backed up on it”.  I proceeded to find the hole, missed by a half inch (hey it was dark in there) but eventually found home.

Doggy is awesome…makes the guy feel so in control.  It is such a nice view too….looking down at that beautiful ass, your hands on her hips, seeing your buddy move in and out, occasionally stroking that narrow waist and back, reaching around and grabbing hold of one of those D’s as they hang down and rub the mattress….ah, what a view and what a feeling.  Well, after 15 minutes of constant hard core (porno quality LOL) pounding she says, “I am close….(25 sec later) fuck, I am going to cum. Harder, harder….Oh yeaaaaaaah!!!!”  Oh man, she had a great orgasm.  She was even extremely vocal, something she usually isn’t….but guess what?  I felt nothing….other than the great view and the awesome feeling, I wasn’t no where close to BDN. (see yesterday’s post if your confused…)

I flipped her over and mounted her, with her legs over my shoulders and for the next 30 minutes I “went to town.”  I know she was getting sore but she never let on.  She said all the right things.  Grabbed my ass, reached around and tugged my balls…she did it all.  And through it all she kept saying, “I want you to cum….pull out and cum all over me, baby!  I want to see that load!”  Okay….if you have been reading this blog you might remember that I have had a problem lately (sometimes) with achieving orgasm.  That was all I could think about.  I kept thinking, “Damn this Lexapro….will I ever get off again?”  Guess what?  After nearly and hour of non-stop sex, I did it!  I got to BDN!!  And I did it with allllll over her stomach, tits, and neck while she pumped it till her arm got sore.  Oh was I happy…..3 days is way too long without getting the release!  But then guess what happened?  As I was getting the “clean up” towel, the head began to pound.  Yep, once again I get to cum, but the headache came as well.  The kids came in for the night and she and I retired to the living room to watch the Democratic National Convention and I sat there with a thumpin head.  Damn….

But the good news is that it didn’t last long.  I thought maybe the headaches were caused by exercise, but it didn’t happen when I was cutting the grass.  Guess it must just be from sex.  I know my Dr. said that Lexapro causes men to have difficulty achieving orgasm, but he never said anything about headaches.  Could it be psychological?  Guess I will need to go back and see him and ask.  In case you have been keeping notes, I didn’t get to go visit the Dr. today as I had planned.  Had too much stuff come up.  So……

Sat down with my kids earlier and watched John Kerry’s speech.  He had a lot of good things to say.  I could almost be a democrat if I wasn’t such a straight line Republican.  But I did like the speech and I liked what Obama had to say yesterday night.  Wasn’t that impressed with Edwards, and that is weird seeing as I am a Southerner too.  Maybe I didn’t like all the thumbs in the air that he kept waving around.  And that smile….the man has too much gum action going on. 

Well I guess I will get to bed.  Big day tomorrow.  My daughter’s birthday/slumber party.  Thanks Good Wife for the advice….I will stock up on the Tylenol!

Later ya’ll…

Yes, it is a rather toasty day here in Sweet Home Alabama, and I am fixing to go out and cut the grass.  Did you catch that word “fixing”?  Maybe some of you not from the south aren’t familiar with that word.  All my yankee work people at corporate make fun of me when I say that.  “fixing” and “ya’ll” are just part of my vocabulary…always have been.

Got a lot to do this evening and tomorrow.  My daughter is having a birthday slumber party here tomorrow night.  Have had her cleaning her room all day.  Won’t it be exciting with a house full of loud 11 yr old girls?  She wants a hamster for a present.  I had a hamster once when I was a kid.  That thing was mean as a snake and had this rather large protruding thing hanging from it’s crotch (do hamsters have crotches?)  Anyway, my mom named it “Scrotum”  I wonder what ever happened to old grumpy Scrote?

Just in case ya’ll were wondering, it’s still illegal to buy or sell sex toys in Alabama.  It came out in the news today.  I wonder if they can arrest you if you have one in your possession?  It would suck to get pulled over and then busted for having an illegal dildo under the passenger seat!

Okay, I am off to sweat in the yard.  Better get it done b4 the neighbors commence to complaining.

Later ya’ll…

So here I am…adding to my blog.  I had intended to get in bed early tonight due to my Dr. apt. in the morning, but after cleaning the kitchen, putting a load in the dryer, and straightening up the living room I found myself still awake and needing to blog…Oh, and I talked to Jim too….he is doing well, in case you were wondering.

I’d like to talk to you all about my good friend, let’s call him Mark, who (if you have been reading) you might remember that he, his wife and me and my ex went out to dinner on Valentine’s Day back in ‘03.  That was also the night that Susan and I met online, and it was also the night that my ex, FA, was already planning on leaving me.  Anyway….let’s talk about Mark…

We met in the summer of 1989.  I had already been accepted to a college here in Alabama.  He was down in Florida and a mutual friend introduced us, as he was a student of the same Alabama college.  After a semester Mark and I became room mates.  He was a little different than anyone else I had ever met in my life.  When I would travel home for the weekend I would use a duffel bag (army issue) to take home my dirty laundry.  He used a old, worn out cardboard box.  Once we were room mates in the dorm, he slept on the top bunk and I was on the bottom.  During our late night talks he would blow spit bubbles down just as I would look up to talk with him.  He had talent that way!  Mark was different that anyone I had ever met.  And I hated those spit bubbles landing on my face!

Then, later, we became somewhat famous for being the two guys in the fraternity that grew over 4 inches of hairy mold in his hot pot in our dorm room.  Even to this day I have a picture of Mark holding that hot pot with the mold.  What an image…wish ya’ll could see it.  If I had a scanner you would!  He was so totally different than anyone else I had ever met.  Not only was he a male cheerleader for the University, but he quickly became my best friend.  We did some crazy shit…like the time we convinced our frat bro, K, to strip down to his underwear and get into one of those mesh laundry bags.  Once we had tied off the bag we picked him up, carried him across campus and dumped him off in the lobby of one of the girl’s dorms.  It was so very funny…..I am sure you can imagine…and there was many more “crazy” times!!!

Well “Mark”, I hope you and your family are doing well.  I miss you a whole lot.  We live no more than 3o minutes from each other, but hardly ever see one another.  I would love for you and “W” and me and Susan to get together again sometime soon.  Seeing as you and I  have such a past together (remember the nights with those awesome potato chips and the time we went painting the rock?) I really want to spend more time with you.  You need to teach me more about fishing and gun shooting!!! 

Okay, thats is all for tonight.  Just taking a trip down the nostalgic highway…..

Going to bed…..

Later ya’ll….
 

How nice is this…picture if you will, you’re laying back in bed watching John Stewart on Comedy Central and your wife is giving you a awesome bj whilst you take turns watching her and the tv.  Sound good?  Yes, no?  Okay, picture this…after a nice period of oral attention you are invited to “climb on board” and “pop that coochie” (as we used to say in the late 80’s, or was it the early 90’s?)  You pull all your tricks, you pump it, pound it, do all you can do.  Then 15 or 20 minutes later you don’t feel any closer to finishing things than when you started.  Of course she is a trooper….reaching around and grabbing your ass, saying all the dirty things you love to hear, doing everything she can to brings things to a head, so to speak.  After all, she has to get up in 6 hours.  Well, 5 minutes later…..nothing.  That old familiar feeling of “getting close” and “OMG, I better pull out, I am fixing to cum” don’t show up.  As hard as you, and she, try there just isn’t going to be any release tonight.  Thanks to your constant pounding she gets to feel the waves crash upon the shore, but all you have to show for it is a body coated in sweat and a feeling of defeat.  Well, my friends that was me tonight.  Hump Day was a bust….for me at least.  But as Susan always says, “You don’t have to cum every time.  I don’t always cum.”  So, am I being a good husband?  Am I selfish for wanting to Bust Da Nut?  After all I got to BDN on Monday.

This makes me think about all the other blogs I read about husbands who go days and weeks without getting sex from their wives.  I get it 3 to 4 times a week….I guess I don’t have a reason to complain.  Man, I just want to BDN….

Okay….off to bed.  Have a Dr. appt. in the a.m.  Going to try to get an answer about these headaches I have been having.

Later ya’ll….

Afternoon!  Someone called me that today….cute, huh?

Been somewhat busy around here today.  Went and had lunch with buddy Jim, then off to a business meeting…met with two clients and it was pretty productive, but didn’t finish how I would have wanted it too.  But, what you gonna do?

Want to send out a big Happy Anniversary to Lucy and Rick over at the Good Wife blog.  Hope you guys have a rockin’ good time tonight.  Can’t wait to read all about it….hint, hint!

I am looking forward to a good time tonight as well.  As it is “hump day” and all, that usually means a little roll in the hay.  Can’t wait!!

Well, enough for now….maybe more in a few.

Later ya’ll….

Has anyone watched this new Fox show Trading Spouses?  Man, I am hooked.  Two mothers, from totally different families swap places for a week, then decide how the $50K prize will be spent.  I would like to be on this show….only if they made a porn version.  Wouldn’t that be cool?  I would let Susan go for a week if I could have Jessica Simpson come live with me!!  It wouldn’t be a big deal for Susan, seeing as I am hotter that Nick Lachey……anyway…

So, is my on-line journal boring enough for you yet?  Gosh, I hope not.  There may not be many who read this but I sure do enjoy putting my thoughts down.  One of these days I will get more tech savvy and make it a better place to visit.  I promise….Good Wife is gonna help me!

Let’s see, what else is going on…..well, my work laptop and my company car are both in the shop so I haven’t been able to do much work the past couple days.  I have spent my time visiting many blogs out there.  I have found some good ones in my journeys.  I work from home, in a home office so even when I am working I can still find the time to check out things on-line.  Just as many of you out there in the office cubes of the world can do.  Only difference is that I can work in my boxers!!

Susan spent most of the day “working” from home as well.  Only working from home for her involves taking long naps.  She is the sleepingist person I have ever known….A typical weekend for her involves…

Friday night (post sex) bed by 9pm
Saturday morning….up by 9am, eat some breakfast, watch tv and talk a little with me
Saturday morning 11am….back in the bed for a nap
Saturday afternoon 4pm…up for a pina colada or three, maybe dinner out and a movie
Saturday evening 9pm or 10pm….sex
Saturday evening…fifteen minutes later….bed

And it starts all over on Sunday.  I could see it if she had some stressful job that demanded so much of her time, but NOOOO….she just likes to sleep, or as she has said to me before, “You knew before you married me that I was a sleepy-head.”  And I am like, yeah I also was told before I married you that you liked to suck dick.  What happened to that?

Oh, and by the way…the sex usually does last longer than 15 min.  That was just my attempt at a joke….right?  Okay, so….here it is, 9:30pm and she is “piled” up in the bed watching Ron Reagan speak at the Democratic National Convention (sure Ronnie Sr. is rollin in the grave) and I sit here to finish out the day with one last entry.

Got a chance to talk with my old, and I mean OLD, buddy Jim today.  Poor thing has been sick.  Missed work yesterday.  Hope you are feeling better man!  Get to work on your own blog.  I am sure the one or two people that actually read mine would love to check out yours!

Okay, so that’s it for tonight.  Hope everyone has a nice Tuesday and a wonderful Hump Day tomorrow!  Hump day is a special day in my house….maybe I will share that with ya’ll tomorrow night.

Later ya’ll….

Today in an email I was slightly accused from someone who somewhat knows me that I am presenting my on-line marital journal as too perfect and not revealing the bad days that occurred, especially in the first 6 month of marriage.  Well, I think I have mentioned that there wasn’t always great days, there have been MANY bad moments.  I have taken a more positive stance with my posts about our meeting and courtship primarily because things are great with us now.  Thanks to counseling and anti-depression meds, and a willingness on both our parts to improve ourselves and our marriage.  Had I started this blog 4 months ago there might be a darker tint to those “beginnings” posts.  But as I have said….times are better now.  Now that doesn’t mean I won’t blog about those bad times sometime in the future.  I am positive I will.  And now that Susan knows about this, not that I reckon she will actually read it, I don’t plan on holding anything back….except that time I had the ONS with the two show girls in Biloxi.  That I wouldn’t want her to know about!!  Anyway…..

During the early days I got advice from many friends, and some of them I met via on-line.  C, you were one of them and I really do appreciate your help and have never forgotten.  You were very inspiring to my troubled mind at the time…..thanks!

Later ya’ll…..

Tonight as I posting my latest entry I heard, “What you doing!” from behind me.  Susan was standing there and frankly, she scared the shit out of me.  Once my post was posted I invited her to read all that I have written.  Please don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t tried to keep it from her.  I actually mentioned late last week to her that I had began a blog, but I reckon she wasn’t really listening.  All she could say was, “It’s nice you have time to write on-line when this, and this, and this hasn’t been done….”!  Guess she is saying I should spend more time taking care of things around the house and less time blogging.  Well, she didn’t read it all.   Just skimmed through the entries.  She seemed more interested in the comments I had received and made a joke about the one from Jim.  (Jim you can imagine what she said, I am sure…..)

Anyway….I never imagined I would keep this from Susan, and frankly I never intended to.  One thing we have learned is we don’t keep secrets from each other.  Having tried to tell her about it once already, I just figured I would wait till the right time to re-introduce it to her.  Well, that time was tonight.  I actually doubt she will ever go back and really read what I have written….but if she does, I hope she’ll not be too mad at what she reads.  I have vowed to be honest here and some of what I have to say might be a little upsetting to her.  But oh well, this is my therapy.

Soooooo….now that she knows, I am hoping she’ll let me post a picture of us here.  I wouldn’t do it without her approval.  Just in case she is reading, let her know what you think.  Comments people, comments….

Later ya’ll…..

If any of you are actually reading this then you might remember the other day when I blogged about the headaches I get when I cum.  Well tonight I think I might have figured a way to stop those head poundings when my little head goes to pounding….(get it?  Okay…)

Tonight around 8 my lovely wife looked over at me as we were watching the DNC (what a joke) on Hannity and Colmes and she said, “hey get L. to watch tv out here and let’s go in our room and get it on.”  My son, L.,  was laying in our bed watching cartoons.  Well, I have to admit that I was a little afraid.  These headaches are getting the best of me.  Earlier today….Gosh I hate to admit this, but earlier today I was doing a little on-line surfing and low and behold I felt a stirring downstairs.  I think I was reading some of the http://atasteofthegoodwife.blogspot.com/ stuff.  I got the urge to “rub one out” as they say.  No one was home but me, (I work from home) and so I proceeded to, uh…well you know.  Anyway, I got close after a looooong time of attention and just as I felt the tide begin to rise I felt the swelling pain creep up from the back of my neck.  The headache began to pound and I left off what I was doing in hopes the pain would recede.  And it did after a few minutes.  Needless to say I was discouraged, I didn’t get to finish and had no idea I would get the invitation to do it again tonight, especially after that great (all be it, headache causing BJ yesterday).  Then fast forward to tonight….

“Hey, get L, to watch tv in out here and let’s go into our room and get it on”…..Now, what man is going to turn down that request?  Headache or no.  But still, as I was kissing her and laying back and getting the attention that I don’t get enough of, all I could think about was what could possibly be to come.  THE HEADACHE FROM HELL.  She climbed on top and after a while was able to satisfy her needs, then she rolled off and invited me to come, “go to town”.  I did it with reservations knowing that I would probably not want to not finish, just so I wouldn’t have to spend the night with a screaming brain.  After about 15 min. of pounding I got an idea….what if I just pulled out and let it rub along the top till I came…..Okay, I think I should stop here and explain something….It came to me today, whilst I was reading Good Wife’s Goodies and playing with Chuck Jr. that the only time I get the headaches is when I finish things myself.  You know, choke the chicken.  Susan stopped using the pill a while back and 60% of the time I don’t use a condom, just pull out and finish things myself on her stomach, tits or ass….depending on the position.  During the other 40% of the time, when I use a condom and finish up inside, the headaches don’t come a-callin’.  Soooooo, it occurred to me that maybe the combination of the massive exertion of the act itself, combined with the strenuous exertion of jacking, combined with the Lexapro might have something to do with the pain.

So…..back to the point of no return.  I pulled out with the intention of finishing things off with the old “rub the B.C. on the puss” move and for some reason I said to her, just as I pulled out…”jerk it for me baby” and she did.  And I finished with all the glory of Lance Armstrong winning his 6th.  Guess what?  No headache.  I sit here now, almost two hours later and feel nothing more in my head than the soft buzz of the vodka and lemonade concoction I enjoy so much.

Just thought ya’ll might want to know.  Oh and by the way, B.C. is her little pet name for Chuck Jr.  The “B” stands for Big….can you guess the rest?? LOL  Shut up Jim!!!!

Later ya’ll….